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It all happened so quickly, one minute we were all together trying to apprehend a relic, the next we're back at the mansion only to see it in flames. It's still a bit hazy, but I remember Valen fighting against the man with a magitek sword and being told to run. That night, I was only left to my thoughts, to wonder what could've possibly happened to Valen and if he was still alive.
The following morning, I went looking for him. That was all I did that sun. I trailed back to the scene of the accident only to see the authorities still swarming around it. They wouldn't let me get close but the one thing that I managed to see, was the broken remains of Valens spear.
I went in circles until finally, I got a lead. Someone in Mor Dhona reported they may've seen the man that I was describing and with that small bit of information, I was determined that I would find him here.
It took time, but I did find him, but he didn't look too good. I could see it in his eyes, he was giving up. I'm unsure what exactly took place after we left, but the horrid injuries were enough for me to take a guess. I wanted to help him but he kept refusing, telling me to stop wasting my time and to go home. I couldn't just leave him, not like that, but he wasn't giving me much of an option either. That night, I stayed in Mor Dhona, I gathered as many scraps that I thought Valen might be able to use, I wanted to prove that he didn't have to do this alone.
That night, I can imagine I only managed two hours of sleep. I felt like shit, but I managed to gather a lot and buy some magitek scraps off of some of the merchants in Mor Dhona. I went looking for him again, I found him in what felt like a chasm, his voice echoed through every time.
Once more did I get the same results, he wouldn't accept my help, he even remembers me for who I really am. Everything I did, all the arguing and frustration was for nothing, he left me and this time for good.
This is a cruel, endless cycle. I try to do something right, I try to help someone and prove they don't have to be alone ever again, and I fail. How many more must I fail before I get it through my head that I can't do it? I've done nothing right and it's not going to get any better.
As much as I want to give up, something keeps clawing at the back of my mind, to keep going. But why? Why do I keep fighting knowing that the end result will always be the same?
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It all happened so quickly, one minute we were all together trying to apprehend a relic, the next we're back at the mansion only to see it in flames. It's still a bit hazy, but I remember Valen fighting against the man with a magitek sword and being told to run. That night, I was only left to my thoughts, to wonder what could've possibly happened to Valen and if he was still alive.
The following morning, I went looking for him. That was all I did that sun. I trailed back to the scene of the accident only to see the authorities still swarming around it. They wouldn't let me get close but the one thing that I managed to see, was the broken remains of Valens spear.
I went in circles until finally, I got a lead. Someone in Mor Dhona reported they may've seen the man that I was describing and with that small bit of information, I was determined that I would find him here.
It took time, but I did find him, but he didn't look too good. I could see it in his eyes, he was giving up. I'm unsure what exactly took place after we left, but the horrid injuries were enough for me to take a guess. I wanted to help him but he kept refusing, telling me to stop wasting my time and to go home. I couldn't just leave him, not like that, but he wasn't giving me much of an option either. That night, I stayed in Mor Dhona, I gathered as many scraps that I thought Valen might be able to use, I wanted to prove that he didn't have to do this alone.
That night, I can imagine I only managed two hours of sleep. I felt like shit, but I managed to gather a lot and buy some magitek scraps off of some of the merchants in Mor Dhona. I went looking for him again, I found him in what felt like a chasm, his voice echoed through every time.
Once more did I get the same results, he wouldn't accept my help, he even remembers me for who I really am. Everything I did, all the arguing and frustration was for nothing, he left me and this time for good.
This is a cruel, endless cycle. I try to do something right, I try to help someone and prove they don't have to be alone ever again, and I fail. How many more must I fail before I get it through my head that I can't do it? I've done nothing right and it's not going to get any better.
As much as I want to give up, something keeps clawing at the back of my mind, to keep going. But why? Why do I keep fighting knowing that the end result will always be the same?
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